Just Needed Some

Yesterday, I was really horny for a piece of arse. You know, when your cock is on a slight hardness the whole time, when it won't just shrink back into an inanimate worm and shut the fuck up. When it just has this continual dialogue with you and you find the thing you are doing most, like a twitch, or some involuntary movement, is reaching down and touching it, attending to it, patting it, even when you don't know you are doing it.

It can be kind of annoying. Of course, nothing a good wank, usually, won't fix, but instead I decided to go for a run.

Laugh.

So, I jogged up through the Carlton Gardens, it was kind of a nice day. You gotta love the inner suburbs though, the fag suburbs, poofter city, faggot central. I hadn't gone too far, when I crossed paths with Ashley. Nice shorts, good legs, really nice arse, singlet.

He kind of caught my eye, I was kind of head down and powering forward. I'm not sure why? Don't know why I decided to exercise the monkey off my back instead of shag it off, but that was what I clearly decided to do and I was going for it.

I was sweating and hot and panting, I am a noisy, wet, red-blush jogger. Always. My jogging clothes are wet quickly, damp, hot, stuck to me.

Then there was Ashley in front of me, he smiled, I smiled, intending to run on, when Ashley smiled again, perhaps for just a bit too long and I jogged passed as it sunk in. I jogged a bit further and the realisation hit me. Okay, so maybe I am getting slow.

I slowed down, pulled up, stretched my back, flexed my shoulders and came to a halt. I turned around slowly, nonchalantly. I don't know why I act like it is a secret, but I do. And there was Ashley looking at me, now pretty serious, you know, as the negotiations were in progress, the deal was up and being decided on.

He was leaning against a post with one hand as he stretched his leg back behind him, holding his ankle with his other hand. Dark hair, olive skin, nice chest, the bulge in his shorts pushing out in front of him as he stretched his thigh. He had nice hairy legs that disappeared up his blue short, nice shapely legs.

He had a nice smile, which his face was just allowing to curl from the edges of his mouth, as he watched me looking him up and down.

He was a bit shorter than me, which I like, as I can roll them up, arms and legs, into a ball, they are so much nicer to fuck that way, with just their arse sticking out, hole nice and open.

He changed legs, stretching the other thigh, holding his other ankle. He was cute, sexy, suddenly the wolf was back, I could feel my cock stiffening up. I wanted to be up his arse, and at that point I was pretty certain that I was going to be.

I imagined those hot sexy legs wrapped around me. I wanted to get him to hold both his ankles. But, as it turned out, his favourite position was on his knees taking it from behind. We were pretty soon back at my house. We were on my bed quickly. He had beautiful lips and he kissed great, as I pulled his shorts off. Then I was sliding his jocks down over his thighs and he was pulling my clothes off and my cock out. He had a nice dick, cute like him and rock solid. Thick. Sexy to hold in my hand.

But he wanted me up him as badly as I wanted to be up him, so he was pretty soon turning over onto his knees, poking that sexy arse out. He had a really sweet hole, tight, but which stretched easily, like a hand in a glove, or like blowing up a balloon. He was noisy, he groaned and panted. He liked to talk as we did it hard right there both kneeling on my bed. He really liked, that's what turned me on the most. He really liked being fucked up the arse.